Keeping secrets is no longer a problem. The last one I was keeping involved a knife and a very talented, intelligent and quite beautiful young lady. No, I haven’t killed her; not even close.
She’s very much alive. And armed with a German k55k Cat folding knife. My gift to her. As soon as I saw it, I thought of her. She’s small but looks tough enough. With the knife she has a better chance of sticking a bad guy in his gullet and surviving any kind of incident. This makes me happy. She loved it. This also makes me happy. She knew something was coming, but I think I caught her off-guard with the knife. I’m glad. I dig her. Without her I wouldn’t be writing all this honest (yet completely awesome) stuff on the interwebs.
So, the secret gifts are given. Each to a special person in my life. All knives, but not necessarily planned as such. I’m glad I’m here to give gifts; and to have great people in my life. Love them all.